There once was a man named Jeff Johns. He was camping and he looked up saw a full
moon. He heard a rustle behind the
bushes. He walked towards the bushes,
and right out of the bushes jumped a werewolf!
It was taller than Jeff and had fur all over it. It growled at Jeff and bit him right on the
arm. Jeff screamed with pain and the
werewolf ran off into the forest. Jeff
fell to the ground unconscious.
When Jeff woke up he was sleep-walking
through the forest with a bag in his hands.
He looked down at his hands and they were completely covered in
fur. He was a WEREWOLF! He saw the moon and howled at it in
surprise. Jeff opened the bag and three
fat chickens flew out and ran away. Then
he dropped the bag and ran off into through the forest. As Jeff ran he came to a farm. The farm had a dozen cows grazing in the
grass. Jeff ran inside the barn, found
some hay, and laid down in it. The sun
was almost up and some of his fur was going away. He fell asleep.